Pulp - My Lighthouse lyrics

Likes rats we strip the earth

Rampant animals and beast

Children in a stupor

Frustation is unleashed

Cauterize emotion

Striking at our worst fear

Breeding with unopen minds

And drowning in our tears

Grasping bloodied hands

Reaching out in agnoy

Life torn apart at the seams

Gripping throes of death

Crippling with zest

We are impaling our own being

Scorn Scorn

Corruptive minds at work

Open our eyes to see

Complusive wat to act

Implusive way to be

Eating at the remains

To crumble in decay

Turning onto ourselves and

The life that we reject

Scorn Scorn